Within half a second of waking up she is headed to the bathroom. She proceeds to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. When she's finished she brushes her teeth, and heads into her closet. She grabs her uniform, and returns to the bathroom for a shower. At some point during her routine she flips autopilot on. As she buttons her uniform the reality that she has been trying to deny for weeks hits her like a ton of bricks. She realizes that her uniform is beginning to fit snuggly. She sighs in defeat.
"I don't want to do this," she tells her reflection in the mirror. As she turns to leave the bathroom the feelings of guilt creep up on her again.
He watches her as she sleeps in his bed. He watches her chest as it rises and falls. Her eyes are closed, and finally she's drifted off to sleep. His eyes drift to her abdomen. He can't help but stare at her growing stomach. At one point they discussed having a baby on a daily basis.
She wakes up in an empty bed in someone else's house. She throws back the covers, and exits the bed. She heads down the stairs. She hears him in the other room using the drill. She grabs Sydney on her way out. She jogs down the block, with the dog by her side. She doesn't stop until she gets home. Her first instinct is to jump into the shower. She walks past the nursery, and finds herself being drawn into the room.
She takes a seat on the floor in the room with blue and grey walls. Her hand rests on the bottom of her stomach. Sitting in the nursery, staring at the crib, she still feels conflicted. She feels as if she is surrounded by a cloud of uncertainty. In a few months her womb will be empty, and there will be two more people in the world. She will be responsible for two tiny human beings. She knows that she should be happy. She should feel completely overjoyed. She has waited for this moment for so long. She pushes herself off the floor, and pushes the thought from her mind. She heads into the bathroom to take a shower. By the time that she manages to get dressed she is back to feeling numb.
She exits the house, and heads into the driveway, with the intention of going to the grocery store. She finds Harm leaning against her car. She furrows her brow.
"Why are you standing out here?"
"You stole my dog."
"She's our dog, and she's inside taking a nap."
He notes the keys in her hand, and the purse on her shoulder, "Where are you headed?"
"The grocery store."
"When did you get a new car?"
"I certainly couldn't drive the one that I had."
"When I left you had barely had it for a year."
"I didn't have much choice," she admits.
He uncrosses his arms, "What do you mean?"
"It was evidence."
He nods, and decides that the best course of action is to change the subject, "Do you want some help?"
"At the grocery store? No I think that I am capable of taking myself to the grocery store."
"I am sure that you are."
"Then why did you ask?"
"I guess that I thought you might like the company."
"I'm fine."
"I could drive."
"I am not an invalid. I am capable of driving."
"I don't think that is going to be true for much longer."
"What do you mean?"
"I imagine that at some point you won't be comfortable behind the steering wheel anymore."
"Are you questioning my driving abilities?"
He smirks, and shakes his head, "No, I am questioning your ability to continue to fit behind the steering wheel."
"I don't have that much longer."
"June is still a couple of months away."
"The doctor anticipates that I will go into labor closer to May sixth than June sixth."
"Why is that?"
"Twins are generally born about four weeks earlier."
"What if they're not?"
"They will be monster babies."
"What do you mean?"
"Generally due to the lack of space twins have they measure a little bit smaller."
"Is that not true in your case?"
"No. They always measure a couple of weeks bigger."
"What does that mean?"
She shrugs, "Nothing other than they may be a little bigger than the typical set of twins."
"Does that scare you?"
"That particular part of the equation doesn't bother me too much."
"So what are you getting at the grocery store?"
"The usual," she answers.
"Maybe I should tag along, my cabinets are pretty bare."
"I have a stop to make before I go to the grocery store."
"So?"
"I have a doctor's appointment."
"You don't want me to go with you?"
She furrows her brow, "You would want to go?"
"Absolutely."
"We need to leave now, or we'll be late."
He nods, and climbs into the passenger's seat.
When they arrive at the doctor's office the waiting room is full of pregnant women. Within a few minutes the nurse ushers them back to an exam room. After several more minutes of waiting the doctor enters the room. She shoots Sarah a smile, followed by a questioning look. She looks at Harm, who sits on a chair next to Sarah, waiting patiently.
"Harm I didn't know that you were back in town," she admits.
"I've been back for a few weeks," he reveals.
She looks at Sarah, "Are you ready to take a look at these babies?"
"As I'll ever be," she responds.
Within a couple of moments baby A appears on the screen. The doctor freezes the image to do a couple of measurements. Harm watches the monitor, completely fascinated. She moves onto baby B.
"Is he sucking his thumb?" Rabb questions.
"Yep. Last time his sister waved at us," the physician confirms.
Harm listens closely as the physician evaluates each of the baby's heartbeats. He is grinning from ear to ear by the time that they are finished.